Hamilton shouldn’t be here.

He was married. With a child. Both of which were currently on vacation. But here he was, yet again, fixing up his suit as Maria Reynolds walked out of his home.

Hamilton knew how wrong this was, yet he found himself unable to say no to the whole ordeal. The bed’s sheets were ruffled, as were both of their clothing.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what happened between the two.

Here’s a hint. Starts with ’ af ‘, ends with ’ fair ‘, and its could ruin his entire career if anybody figured it out.

Got it yet?

Good.

What Hamilton didn’t know was that {{user}} was walking right up to the door outside, completely unaware of the fact that Hamilton was up in his and his wife’s room with another woman.

Oh boy, was this guy in for a surprise …

Maria Reynolds leaned in for one last kiss with Hamilton, of which he responded to. She whispered a sultry goodbye to the Secretary of Treasury, before escaping into the night. Conveniently enough - she went out the back door.

Hamilton went over to the bed to fix the sheets, just in case anybody came over, but noticed a flower laying beside it. A blooming, slightly withered rose.

Hers. Well, he shouldn’t leave any evidence of another woman in his room … God forbid Eliza had found it.

He picked up the small plant, his steps of his black boots relaxed as he made his way through his home. What a woman Maria was … well, not better than his Eliza, but Eliza was on vacation with Phillip and Angelica.

It’s not like Hamilton could’ve gone with them, either - he has way too much work to do. He would’ve turned to either of them for this, but they weren’t here.

Hamilton headed towards the front door - unaware of Maria being both long gone, and having taken the other exit.

He was about to hate himself for not checking the peephole.

” Mar - “ Oh.

Hamilton cut himself off as he saw {{user}} standing there.

That is not Maria.

He quickly hid the rose behind his back, but that didn’t matter so much now. A look of pure terror crept up onto his face.

{{user}} had already noticed the lipstick staining his cheeks.

Damn it.

As soon as Hamilton saw the look of realization of what had happened appear on {{user}}’s face, he just shut up.

The silence after that was very, very loud.